Liu Yan sent an order: "Guard gunner, check the gunpowder!"
As early as when they formed the formation, the gunmen of the Xiahe Village New Army had already loaded their fixed ammunition. At this time, amidst the officers' orders one after another, the densely packed Xiahe Village's new gunsmiths removed the corks from the mouths of their guns and carefully checked the medicine of their guns again.
"Prepare the front row, prepare to shoot!"
The densely packed bird muskets fell down, and the six hundred bird musketeers in the front row of the Xiahezhai new army were all aiming their black muskets at the Qing soldiers coming forward.
The Qing army array on the opposite side was still advancing densely. Their two thousand archers were also divided into four rows. At the front were the five hundred infantry soldiers with white flags who were good at shooting. Behind the archers, there are a group of heavy armored spearmen of the Qing army, one hundred or two hundred people in a row, arranged in dense layers, each holding a spear and a halberd, looking fierce, waiting for the archers in front to shoot the Ming army. After the opening, they formed a formation and charged to kill.
Looking from the air, the dark heads on both sides are getting closer and closer. One hundred and fifty steps, the Qing soldiers, who also formed a broad frontal formation, were still marching forward. It can already be seen that the Ming army on the opposite side is all wearing iron armor. With the power of their bows and arrows, they have to get within fifty steps to be fatal to the enemy.
Soon they were within a hundred steps, but the Ming army on the opposite side had not yet fired, which surprised these Qing soldiers. In the impression of these Qing soldiers, the Ming army's muskets were of poor quality and easy to explode. The cold wind howled in winter. , and often difficult to ignite. In particular, their fighting will was low, and they opened fire indiscriminately before they even entered the range.
Up to now, the Ming army on the opposite side was still waiting patiently, and no one made any move. Moreover, their soldiers all have firm eyes, they are indeed well-trained, and their battle orders are strict. Moreover, it is really rare to dare to confront them head-on without relying on horse-drawn chariots and other equipment. But so what, no Ming army could stop the powerful bows and arrows of their Qing soldiers.
The ignorant archers with white flags were still marching forward, and the gunmen of Liubaixiahe Village's new army in the front row were already steadily aiming at them with their guns.
In the blink of an eye, those Qing army archers came within a hundred steps. The arrogant look on their faces and the thick white breath they exhaled in the cold weather could be seen. After a hundred steps, these Qing soldiers wearing only cotton armor or iron-studded cotton armor were already under the attack of their own cannons.
Liu Yan exhaled and said to the messenger beside him: "Let the massacre begin!"
He gave the order, and immediately a trumpeter in the center next to him blew a loud swan sound!
The seven hundred commanders, the commanders of each sentry, the flag commanders, and the captains all pointed their swords forward in unison, and everyone shouted: "Shoot!"
The deafening sound of bird cannons sounded, and the front row fired six hundred cannons, creating a long and dense smoke zone on the hundreds of meters long front defended by the new army in Xiahe Village.
The densely packed Qing archers in front of them, their cotton armors spurting blood mist, fell in large numbers in an instant. After being shot, many people seemed to be stunned for a moment, then woke up and rolled to the ground screaming.
Like a strong wind blowing, the Qing archers on the opposite side stirred up a commotion. Some of the archers in the front row were stunned, while others turned around and ran away.
The Qing archers in the two rows behind them began to shoot sharp arrows with all their strength. However, at such a long distance, the arrows were weak. The gunmen on the opposite side only had to lower their heads and use the fine iron helmets on their heads to block the flying arrows. Just the arrows that come. Some people were shot with arrows in their chests, but their fine iron breastplates could not be shot through. Dozens of bird gunners were hit by arrows in their arms and retreated with a groan, but soon backup bird gunners rushed over to top them, maintaining the integrity of the battle formation.
After the bird gunners in the front row finished shooting, they immediately retreated to the third row to reload. Under the terrified eyes of the Qing soldiers on the opposite side, hundreds of bird gunners in the second row took a few steps forward. They raised their cannons and aimed them at the Qing soldiers on the opposite side.
"put!"
Large amounts of gunpowder smoke spurted out, and a large number of Qing archers fell in front.
The Qing soldiers were even more confused. They were beaten and couldn't fight back. Seeing the archers around them fall down one by one, the psychological pressure was too great. Moreover, after a large number of archers in the front row fell, the remaining ones were the auxiliary soldiers with white flags. Their fighting will was not as firm as the armored soldiers.
After the Ming army fired two volleys of muskets, they saw that their own archers were collapsing. A retreat order came from the Qing army's formation. Immediately, the archers collectively let out a collective sigh and dispersed to both sides, revealing a row of rows behind them. A platoon of heavily armored pikemen.
The dense layers of spears and halberds were turned up, shining brightly in the cold winter. A large wave of Qing army spearmen wearing heavy armor rushed towards them, shouting and firing their guns.
Thick layers of heavy-armored spearmen from the Qing army rushed in with shouts. The ten-foot-long Eight Banners spears and eight-foot-long tiger spears in their hands were all sharp-pointed and stood upright, shining with a dazzling light. These Qing soldiers were all thickly armored and stout, and they seemed to have an unstoppable momentum as they rushed in so desperately.
After the Xiahezhai New Army fired two volleys of gunfire, the gunners in the first two rows had already retreated to the third row to reload. With the convenience of custom-loading ammunition in Xiahe Village and the rigorous training of the new army in Xiahe Village, in just a short period of time, the two rows of gunsmiths had loaded their guns.
The third row of musketeers raised their muskets closely again, aiming at the incoming heavy-armored Qing soldiers.
"put!"
There were loud shouts, and there was another deafening sound of intensive shooting from bird cannons.
Large clouds of gunpowder smoke rose up, and large groups of Qing heavy armored soldiers with long spears and halberds rolled to the ground. At a distance of seventy or eighty steps, judging from the power of the Xiahezhai New Army's flintlock muskets, they could break through their heavy armor. Even if the firearms hit, they did not penetrate their armor. The huge impact of the musket projectiles The force was enough to shake their armored bodies to pieces.
"put!"
After the platoon gunners finished shooting their gunpowder, they immediately retreated quickly and retreated behind the pikemen. The hundreds of gunmen in the original first row raised their cannons one after another, aiming at the Qing troops who were approaching forty or fifty steps, and pulled the triggers mercilessly. 33
The roar of the cannons continued, and finally merged into a deafening volley of cannons. Those Qing soldiers wearing heavy armor emitted clouds of blood mist. At such a distance of forty or fifty steps, there was no armor that Xiahe Village's cannons could not break. A large number of Qing soldiers who were shot fell to the ground one by one. They covered their wounds and howled in pain.
I don't know if these heavy-armored gunners of the Qing army were brave or stupid. After two rows of Xiahe Village bird gunners fired a salvo, they had suffered hundreds of casualties, and the originally dense array was completely empty. However, the remaining Qing soldiers and heavy armor still rushed forward with their guns drawn crazily. While many people stumbled and charged, a long intestine followed under their lower abdomen.
Just like before, after this row of gunners finished firing their ammunition, they immediately retreated quickly, until they retreated behind the gunners behind the pikemen, and nervously loaded their fixed ammunition. Under the orders of the officers, hundreds of gunmen in the last row of the formation raised their guns again and aimed at the Qing soldiers who were rushing towards them more than ten steps away.
"put!"
A huge cloud of gunpowder smoke rose up, and amid the deafening sound of cannons, another large group of Qing heavy armor rolled to the ground, and dozens of Qing heavy armor with long spears and halberds were directly knocked away. Some people could no longer bear the fear in their hearts, discarded their weapons, screamed and ran away. The remaining people rushed forward with red eyes and howling at the top of their lungs.
"kill!"
The last row of bird gunners retreated like a tide, and the dense layers of spears in front of the Xiahe Village New Army stood up, and they also flashed a dazzling light.
The three rows of Xiahe Village New Army spearmen in the formation all raised their spears, and the gunners in the front row aimed at the sparse, but completely crazy Qing soldiers and heavy armor who rushed towards them, raising their spears and stabbing them. The sound of the gun piercing the flesh was endless, and each other's screams continued.
The heavily armored soldiers of the Qing Dynasty were attacked by three volleys of cannons from the new army in Xiahezhai. It can be said that nearly half of them were injured and killed. Many of the remaining people were also wounded. In addition, a large number of officers and soldiers in the army were injured and killed one after another. Many people fled and rushed to There were only a small number of people in front of the spearmen of the new army in Xiahe Village.
The Qing army's originally dense and dense military formations had long been out of shape, especially the bloody courage of these Qing soldiers had been destroyed by more than half.
Even if the remaining people are still crazy, how can they be the opponent of Xiahe Village's new army? The pike soldiers in Xiahe Village were densely packed together. They didn't need to worry about their sides, they just needed to stab forward. Their sharp spears stabbed out neatly, then quickly retracted, and then stabbed out neatly again. Each spear thrust out like a forest, harvesting the lives of the heavy armor of the Qing army in front of them.
They almost always use a few spears to attack a clear soldier's spear in front of them. Even if someone falls next to them, someone will immediately replace them behind them. The densely packed spearmen in the front row always have the same number.
The spearmen kept shouting in unison, poking each other with their spears. The bodies of the stabbed soldiers on both sides fell softly, and the hot blood flowed out, moistening the dry and cold earth.
The bloody battle did not last long. In the blink of an eye, nearly half of the heavily armored Qing soldiers were killed and wounded. Looking at the still determined Ming soldiers in front of them, the spear tips in their hands were still dripping with the blood of their brothers. Slowly , the crazy look in Qing Bing's eyes dissipated, and then everyone showed extremely frightened eyes.
The forest of guns in front of them was still dense, and more than half of the warriors in the banner had been killed or injured, but they still could not break through Liu Yan's military formation. Many people could no longer suppress their inner fear and ran away screaming. Some people screamed and rushed over, and then were stabbed to the ground one by one by the Xiahe Village New Army spearmen.
Liu Yan stood in the center of the army. Through the smoke from the cannons that had not been blown away by the cold wind, he could see that many Qing soldiers there had been beaten. Some of them were running around with their heads in their hands, and some of them discarded their weapons and pointed their weapons. They screamed and ran back, while the remaining people were dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.
Liu Yan sneered: "The slave thieves were defeated!"
The strength of this Qing army's heavy armor was beyond Liu Yan's expectation, and they persisted until more than half of them suffered casualties before collapsing. Or maybe it was because of their habitual thinking that they didn't react immediately. By the time they did, it was already too late.
At this time, Liu Yan snorted coldly and roared loudly: "Send the order: All generals and soldiers will march in formation!"
The drumbeat of the Chinese army sounded, and all the new army officers and soldiers in Xiahe Village stood up straight again. They held guns in the front row and blunderbuss in the back row. There was a forest of spears and blunderbuss. With the beating of marching drums, the entire array began to move slowly like a moving castle.
"go ahead!"
The soldiers of the new army in Xiahe Village marched in formation, approaching like a wall. The Qing soldiers in front of them did not retreat, and no one dared to step forward to fight.
"go ahead!"
The new army of Xiahe Village is unstoppable. All their soldiers hold guns and blunderbuss with proud expressions on their faces. In this world, no one can stop their progress. The Qing soldiers with white flags and the Tatars can't, and the Tatar soldiers with other banners can't either!
"Failed?
Seeing the warriors in the banner retreating like a tidal wave of wolves and hogs rushing ahead, Duduo, who was under the dragon banner in the Qing army formation, was in despair. He couldn't believe that the heavily armored warriors and powerful archers in his white flag were no match for the Ming army in front of him in a head-on confrontation.
He could see clearly that the battle just now was no longer a battle, it was completely a one-sided massacre, but on the other hand, he was the one being massacred today.
The gunmen of this Ming army are indeed very powerful. The archers in their own flag are no match for their gunmen. They just stand and get beaten. Not only that, their spearmen were also very powerful. Their heavily armored warriors braved the hail of bullets and rushed close, only to be killed and disintegrated!
Why is this happening?
Duduo couldn't understand, he only knew that his white flag was finished. Most of the elite of the banners were destroyed in the battle just now. If he returns to the Qing Dynasty in the future, will he still have a say in the Eight Banners?
It's ridiculous that just now I was full of confidence and was still laughing at Lu Xiangsheng for not knowing how to fight. It seems that I am the one who is stupid. At this time, Duduo's hot tears flowed down uncontrollably, and he choked with sobs: "Brother Qi, I regret not listening to what you said yesterday!"
Abatai sighed heavily. He had also seen the battle just now. The thousand heavily armored warriors in the flag were gone. That was the essence of the whole flag. The casualties of the two thousand archers were not small, and they had no fighting spirit. In the future, when they saw the banner of Lu Xiangsheng's troops in the Ming Dynasty, these people would probably run away. Fortunately, the 600 heavy cavalry warriors in the banner and the 200 Baya soldiers sent up did not participate in the battle, otherwise the losses would have been even greater.
Just now, a large number of archers in the banners dispersed to the rear of the two wings, blocking the attack route of these heavy armors. Duduo was furious at this. At this time, he was fortunate that the most elite warriors in these banners were not sent up, and some of them were reserved. Bloodline seeds. He seemed a little panicked and asked Abate blankly: "Brother Seven, what should we do now?"
Abatai glanced at Duduo and said: "Ming Jin withdraws his troops, let the warriors retreat quickly!
He sighed, the Ming army had many cavalry, would they miss this good opportunity to pursue? I am afraid that after today's battle, many of the defeated warriors will fall under the sabers and spears of the Ming cavalry.
In the Ming army's battle formation, the one guarding the left wing was Yang Guozhu, the commander-in-chief of Xuanfu Town. The officers and soldiers in the main barracks of the town saw the battle scene just now, and they all had wide-open expressions. Yang Guozhu murmured to himself: "Damn Liu Yan, it's really... it's really..."
He "really" spent a long time, but he still couldn't find an appropriate word to describe his mood. At this time, Yang Guozhu saw with mixed emotions that the new army of Xiahe Village was still advancing in formation, constantly harvesting the lives of the enemy. He sighed heavily: "Liu Yan's troops have sharp weapons and strict battle formations. After this battle, I am afraid that there will be no one in the world." No one dares to steal its edge anymore.”
On the right wing of the military formation, Hu Dawei, the commander-in-chief of Shanxi Town, also exhaled slowly and sighed: "What a brave Liu Yan!"
In the large Chinese army, everyone was either dumbfounded or had expressions of disbelief on their faces. Wang Puze, the chief military officer of Datong Town, couldn't help but inhale. Lu Xiangsheng stood on the Yuan Rong chariot. He saw everything just now. With tears in his eyes, he looked up to the sky and sighed: "With Liu Yan here, I am blessed by the Ming Dynasty!"
Immediately afterwards, Lu Xiangsheng's face darkened. The Qing troops in front were being defeated like a tide. Lu Xiangsheng naturally would not let go of this good opportunity. He shouted loudly: "Send my order to all the cavalry on both wings and the center to pursue!"
On this day, the Xiangbai Banner army was defeated. Duduo led the rest of his troops and fled back to the camp. They stayed in the camp and did not dare to go out. Before dawn the next day, Duduo quietly left Dingzhou with his troops and headed for Gaoyang. Most of the army's baggage, as well as the looted people and property, were all given up.
After Duduo arrived in Gaoyang, Dorgon was shocked to see his brother's embarrassment. After learning about the battle in Dingzhou, he first became furious and whipped Duduo for a while, and then listened to his cries. After understanding the causes and consequences of the battle, Duoergon Gun pondered for a long time: "If we encounter Lu Xiangsheng's troops again in the future, our army must act cautiously and use our superiority to face the enemy!"
A few days later, Dorgon heard that Lu Xiangsheng was leading an army, so he took the initiative to lead the army out of Gaoyang City.
Beijing city.
A knight rushed into the Yongding Gate of the capital. Along the way, the knight waved a victory report in his hand and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Great victory, great victory, Lu Shangshu's great victory in Dingzhou, beheading more than 1,980 slave thieves..."
As he rushed all the way, there was an immediate sensation throughout the city, and the news of success was sent from the inner city to the imperial city and then into the palace city. When Wang Dehua, the eunuch of the Chief of Ceremonies, happily presented the document, Emperor Chongzhen's hands trembled, but he felt that this thin piece of paper was as heavy as a thousand and he could hardly hold it.
Some people died, but not completely...
